"Honestly? I think you're doing exactly the right amount. Don't stop, okay?"
He wouldn't dream of it, and he touched and teased until she exploded once again in his arms, and a warm wave of satisfaction crested inside him from the simple knowledge that he'd brought her to such dizzying heights.
"We have to stop," she murmured, stretching as the last shudders of the orgasm fizzled away. She rolled over, then smiled as she eased on top and nestled her head under his chin, her breasts firm and warm against his chest. "I came so hard, I'm not even sure if all the pieces of me are put back together right."
He ran his hands over her shoulder blades, then down her back, then over the curve of her ass. "You feel pretty well-put together to me."
"Mmm," she said, her face pressed to his skin. "I think I know what's happened to us," she said.
"You mean more than mind-blowing passion?"
"That's a result," she said. "I know the cause."
He stroked her back, his fingers tracing lazily over her bare skin. "Okay," he said. "Enlighten me."
"We flipped a switch," she said. And when he didn't respond, she added, "It's as if you and I were stumbling around in a dark room. And then one day, one of us finds a light switch. Suddenly, we see each other. It was all there before, we just missed it."
"I never did," he admitted. "I've wanted this since we were kids."
She propped herself up. "This? Because that makes you a seriously precocious little kid."
"Back then I mostly wanted to share your lemonade, sit by you in our fort, and try to get a peek when you changed into your swimsuit behind a towel."
"Perv."
"How about you? Any lingering child fantasies with me in the starring role?"
Her cute little nose wrinkled. "Sorry, no."
"And now?"
Her laughter was like the trill of bells. "Now? Oh, now there are tons of fantasies. Buckets of fantasies."
"Then I guess you're right. You flipped a switch."
She kissed him gently. "Yeah," she said, her voice tender. "I guess I did."
"And is that a good thing?"
"Insecure much?"
"Hell, no."
She laughed. "Glad to hear it. And that switch? A very, very good thing."
"How about those fantasies?"
She closed her eyes and sighed, her teeth scraping over her lower lip. "Those are good, too."
"Tell me," he demanded, but she just smiled and shook her head.
"Sorry, mister. You'll have to wait. We need to get moving. I've got a party to pull together."
"I can help you."
For a second, she hesitated. Then she propped herself up, her elbows digging painfully into his gut. Not that he intended to complain. "That's okay," she said. "I can manage."
Alarm bells didn't exactly clang in his head, but they were definitely starting to ding a bit. "You're sure? I don't mind?"